If anyone comes near you, just scream and run.

I raised my hands, trying to shush her. "Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed.

It's somewhat disquieting that the same parents and educators who are horrified by the notion of child soldiers have bestowed upon 'The Hunger Games' a double mantle of critical praise and global bestsellerdom.

You've no fear of heights," puffed the girl. "None," I said. "I've heard that about you.

If anyone comes near you, just scream and run.

I believe there is something on this earth that you desire more than anything, and it isn't me.

Let me get you all some punch,” I said. “You're leaving us?” said Isabel, sounding panicky. “I'll be right back,” I promised. “If anyone comes near you, just scream and run.